Sunday, December 24, 2017

A Bob Dylan Song for Galen - Subterranean Homesick Blues

Bruce and Galen

It is very unusual when I call someone out in one of my journal entries.  As you see Galen is smiling at this photo taken at my retirement luncheon.  That smile must turn into a frown every Sunday this fall as his beloved Giants football team is 2-13.  You can check out his Twitter feed at Warden of the North.

I think I should cheer him up by dedicating Subterranean Homesick Blues to him.  This Dylan song just does not make sense, but the listener must pick apart every line.  There is one line in this song that should make sense to him.  Below is the video from 1965 which appeared in the documentary Don't Look Back.  I will even show him all the lyrics, but I won't outline the important line.



Subterranean Homesick Blues

WRITTEN BY: BOB DYLAN
Johnny’s in the basement
Mixing up the medicine
I’m on the pavement
Thinking about the government
The man in the trench coat
Badge out, laid off
Says he’s got a bad cough
Wants to get it paid off
Look out kid
It’s somethin’ you did
God knows when
But you’re doin’ it again
You better duck down the alley way
Lookin’ for a new friend
The man in the coon-skin cap
By the big pen
Wants eleven dollar bills
You only got ten

Maggie comes fleet foot
Face full of black soot
Talkin’ that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phone’s tapped anyway
Maggie says that many say
They must bust in early May
Orders from the D.A.
Look out kid
Don’t matter what you did
Walk on your tiptoes
Don’t try “No-Doz”
Better stay away from those
That carry around a fire hose
Keep a clean nose
Watch the plain clothes
You don’t need a weatherman
To know which way the wind blows

Get sick, get well
Hang around an ink well
Ring bell, hard to tell
If anything is goin’ to sell
Try hard, get barred
Get back, write braille
Get jailed, jump bail
Join the army, if you fail
Look out kid
You’re gonna get hit
But users, cheaters
Six-time losers
Hang around the theaters
Girl by the whirlpool
Lookin’ for a new fool
Don’t follow leaders
Watch the parkin’ meters

Ah get born, keep warm
Short pants, romance, learn to dance
Get dressed, get blessed
Try to be a success
Please her, please him, buy gifts
Don’t steal, don’t lift
Twenty years of schoolin’
And they put you on the day shift
Look out kid
They keep it all hid
Better jump down a manhole
Light yourself a candle
Don’t wear sandals
Try to avoid the scandals
Don’t wanna be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
’Cause the vandals took the handles
Copyright
© 1965 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1993 by Special Rider Music
 

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